Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.